The melancholic thoughts are
tightening around her
neck..like a rope of
worn-out petals from a
dying amber rose..
Now, here she comes; so calm,
so cold, with her
marble silhouette-but
what a dread! Instead of
life..she wanted death!
The crimson leaves are
clinging on her hair..as
wind blows and sweeps
her curly locks away-far away
too far away..
Sheltered by the wings of
morbid dreams,
she keeps her memories
away from fading..
hidden in the coal clouds.
On the burning shores of
time, she grieves alone,
and sings mellow songs
all on the behalf of
her autumn-loving heart!
The reflection of a scarlet
twilight sparkling
in her eyes..such an omen!
she just drank the sap
of the unearthly venom!
From time to time, I pass
by this grave; but
here she lies..the one
who was born, and died
with autumn in her heart!
Whispers Of Night
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